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At words poetic I'm so pathetic |
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That I always have found it best |
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Instead of getting 'em off my chest, |
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To let 'em rest - unexpressed. |
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I hate parading my serenading, |
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As I'll probably miss a bar, |
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But if this ditty is not so pretty, |
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At least it'll tell you how great you are. |
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You're the top! you're the Collosseum, |
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You're the top! you're the Louvre Museum, |
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You're the melody from a symphony by Strauss, |
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You're a Bendel bonnet, |
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A Shakespeare Sonnet, |
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You're Mickey Mouse! |
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You're the Nile! You're the Tow'r of Pisa, |
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You're the smile, on the Mona Lisa! |
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I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop! |
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But if baby I'm the bottom, |
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You're the top! |
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You're the top, you're Mahatma Gandhi, |
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You're the top! you're Napoleon brandy, |
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You're the purple light, of a summer night in Spain, |
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You're the National Gallery, you're Garbo's salary, |
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You're cellophane! |
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You're sublime, you're a turkey dinner, |
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You're the time, of the Derby Winner, |
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I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop; |
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But if baby I'm by the bottom you're the top! |
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You're the top, you're a Waldorf salad |
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You're the top, you're a Berlin ballad |
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You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire |
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You're an O'Neal drama, you're Whistler's mama, you're camembert |
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You're a rose, you're inferno's Dante |
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You're the nose, on the great Durante |
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I'm a lazy lout who's just about to stop |
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But if baby I'm the bottom, |
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You're the top! |
